Георгий Николаенко - Командир
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Come on, come on
Well, let's argue the commander
We are chatting left to the right below
Well, let's do the commander for the hands are more successful
You pull her up, you touch me, I will press the brake

And the earth ... with a self -knitting tablecloth
If you fall with a stone not to move her with your hand
I remember I took a damp lump and said as if mother
Do you remember what kind of guy he was and what a pilot

We will give up, we are on take -off, we are taking all the motors like buffalo
And the strip runs and the earth leaves from under the feet
In front of us is an endless blue violent
Without which he could not love to love to breathe

Heaven accept us for a friend
but they are grinning so black
Everyone laughs rain, everyone shouts deadly arcs
and in cold sweat but storm from yourself to the strip ... to the strip

The crew is an impulse and pulse as always to normal
Sun in the afternoon on the eyes of the night of the month Copper cornice
Heaven heaven, do not fly, but earthlings are we
our body with soul and brains everything stretches down

And the earth, though in fluff, but hard
You understand it fucking her stubborn pick
Yes, he will not meet with her with aircraft iron muzzle
It is better to gently go down and touch your hand gently ... Directly with your hand

So come on, so come on, so let's argue the commander
We are chatting left to the right below
well, let's do the commander for the hands are more successful
you pull it touched you, I will click the brake